im another alice and wonderland dream
time and time again im never sure where i have gone
yesterday we were dodging love daggers
today we're playing piano chords with hooks and splinters
stitched in and proding our fingertips naked

as we wake up from childish disillusions
we are born the children of bodom
the hatebreeders, the followers of the reaper
just another rendition of something wild
from the early years
depicting the pickings of brain matter from matted hair

ive spent my whole life changing seats at a giant table
dining on fistfuls of air and misnurtured wills
recording live from california with three's company
and two are lost feeling neglected in the crowd
just me, myself, and i staring into the mirror
casting the parts of reflections
as love, life, and despair

Im back, but i was gone for a minute
sitting under shaded trees and the broken shelf
where my toys once kept me company
arent you proud of me?
Ive changed so much, I am so good now
dont you see this change?
and I will change
just as much as you want me to
as long as you can see that i am so good
good for you
good enough for you not to beat me anymore
because I was once bad many times over

Into the ground and into my Self
but I am merely the surface life walks along
soft shoe foot prints in the sand
molding me into a bigger better you
I can see you in me, like you see you in the mirror
marveling at the beauty of these scars
mindless rambling about your insides
when I compare us to you and I
we are just another episode
the english dub
stepping over the japanese version

but just as always
we will watch completely absorbed either way

im a hate monster
angry discombobulauncher
if youre not careful
i'll grow on you
start to pile on you
i infest
with negative-intellect
make you paranoid
in the mindset
is where my food collects

i burn bridges
make enemies out of friend'ez
if im happy
i dont even care
thats where the story end'ez
but im a liar
pathologist by the fire
sparking flames
with a simple lines
like
"im inspired"

im a fake
a flake
a phoney
a bust
when your chips are down
im the last person
you should trust
it's not a bust
if i tell you that my day went straight
full of needles
next to all my sgts
when i dialate

i overdose
and its not even off of coke
all i do
is pump life in my veins
until my body chokes.

there isnt time for hidden messages
just hurry up and hide
the nazis are coming sarah
oh sarah
why wont you just listen for once
and bide your time while reading the signs
between the lines where all gardens grow
ill pack your things
you just hide here, ive hollowed this spot out for you
the one deepest inside my heart
that secret place where they will never find you

once again those fiends
with thier bayonets and their guns attached to them
we always get the primary end
nothing like the business end with nothing to sell
but a dream
as long as i tell them where you are
but i wont
que 'sarah' 'sarah'

there's nothing here
nothing beyond these woodlines
of hearts, trees, daggers, and sunshine.